faeries & shopping in the forest

mm fun

reflexology/handchart

footchart

when you come, let's make our movie

bring costumes

it will be a docu-fable.


i ii iii

Feather to Fire, Fire to Blood, Blood to Bone, Bone to Marrow, Marrow to Ashes, Ashes to Snow

http://www.ashesandsnow.org/en/flash-popup.php#codex

the whales do not sing because they have an answer
they sing because they have a song

xxo

Both of us must swear to this

or neither of us can

live forever.

Dreaming, Dreaming - A Sutra for the Equinox

Dreaming, dreaming, sleeping, awakening -
Rhythms of darkness and light.
Day and night, night and day, wondering...
...Who am I? Who AM I?
Who is morphing through this
Ever-shifting flow?

Beloved, wake up!
Dance in your true body before time,
Shimmering energy without end.

from The Radiance Sutras
© by Lorin Roche, Ph.D. 2008

Always check your inner state

with the lord of your heart.

Copper does not know it’s copper,

until it’s changing into gold.

Your loving does not know its majesty,

until it knows its helplessness.

- Rumi

"If it is a rose, it will come into bloom sooner or later"

francesca woodman

"I wondered will there come a time when we won't be joking? And what would that look like? And how would that feel?
When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness."

- Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

if nobody speaks of remarkable things

He says my daughter, and all the love he has is wrapped up in the tone of his voice when he says those two words, he says my daughter you must always look with both of your eyes and listen with both of your ears. He says this is a very big world and there are many many things you could miss if you are not careful. He says there are remarkable things all the time, right in front of us, but our eyes have like the clouds over the sun and our lives are paler and poorer if we do not see them for what they are.

He says, if nobody speaks of remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?

He looks at her and he knows she doesn't understand, he doesn't think she'll even remember it to understand when she is older. But he tells her these things all the same, it is good to say them aloud, they are things people do not think and he wants to place them into the air.

Angels, he says, and she leans forward as if she is expecting him to pass on a secret. I do not know about angels he says, perhaps there are many, perhaps they are here now he says, and she looks around and stands closer to him and he smiles. But there are people too he says, everywhere there are people and I think it is easier to hold hands with people than it is with angels, yes?

from If nobody speaks of remarkable things by Jon McGregor

Shira Sela, "Healing."
(http://www.shirasela.com/)